This is a song about "Hearing loss"

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Loss of time for play-doh, i'm steady spending more pesos

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

But in the end it is his loss,

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Or hearing the noise of ammo

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Combustible i burn quick, hearing things, "fucking lunatic"

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

All those fragmented, sputtered flowery words she was almost hearing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss